Page 68 of Nova

Just us.

I pump into her, slowly at first, but I can’t hold back. She feels so fucking good in my arms. To know she’s staying.

Maggie grasps my head and pulls me down, smashing our mouths together while our bodies dance together, hot and slick, frantic and hungry. She’s grunting into my mouth, matching me stroke for stroke, harder and faster, deeper. Her jaws clench tight with the force of her holding back her orgasm, but I can feel her pussy all around me.

I pull back and open my eyes, pushing her thighs so her feet rest on my hips, and then I grip her tits, squeezing them and pinching her nipples while I fuck her with everything I have, everything I am. Sweat beads at her forehead, and the sheen of sweat coats her body in a fine glow that makes my cock harder. Thicker. Longer.

“Oh fuck,” she whispers, and her eyes go wide as if she can feel me growing inside of her. Her eyes roll back, and her muscles go tight. “Nova,” she groans.

“Let go, baby, I got you.”

Her smile turns ravenous as her orgasm explodes out of her, body quaking and shivering with every wave of pleasure that rockets through her. Maggie’s orgasm goes on and on while I pound into her until I find my own release. My hips jerk, and I spill my cock deep inside her, knowing she’s mine. She is my home.

She is my fucking forever.

I collapse on top of Maggie, stealing quick kisses on her neck. Her body shakes beneath me, and she clings to me like there’s no tomorrow.

“Nova,” Maggie murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper. “Is this the real deal?”

“It is,” I assure her, rolling over and wrapping my arms around her. “We’re as real as it gets, babe.”

Her breath catches. “We are, aren’t we?”

We fall into a comfortable silence as we catch our breath. A smile tugs at my lips as I think back on the crazy rollercoaster ride that brought Maggie and me together. I never thought we’d make it here.

“What’s that smile for?” she asks, noticing my expression.

“Just thinking this was one hell of a fucked up journey to get to this moment.” I chuckle.

“Well, we definitely don’t do things the easy way, do we homie?” She says and I smile.

“Easy would be boring.”

She sighs contentedly. “It would.”

I gently touch the scar on her face, a reminder of everything we’ve overcome. “We’re many things, Maggie, but ordinary sure as hell ain’t one of them.”

“Never,” she agrees, pressing a soft kiss over my heart.

I figure there’s something I should share with her. “I went to see my folks the other day.”

She sits up, resting her head in her hand. “You did? How did it go?”

“My dad has cancer. I don’t know how serious it is, but they seemed different than I remember.” I pause, thinking back on the visit. “When my dad opened the door and I saw him, it really hit me how much time has passed. He’s getting old. I want to forgive them, I just don’t know if I can. They said and did some really fucked up shit when I got back from deployment.”

Maggie considers this for a moment. “Well, you gotta forgive them or it’ll eat you up inside.”

I sigh, knowing she’s right but struggling with how to get there. “That’s the problem. How do I do it?”

“You just do it,” she says simply. Then she adds, “I know it ain’t that easy. Parents always want better for their kids. But better doesn’t have to be what they imagine. You gotta find your own better. They don’t have to understand it. They just gotta accept it.”

She gets me. “I told them about you.”

Maggie raises her eyebrows in surprise and rubs a hand over her cropped hair. “Me? With the neck tats and shit?” She points to the scar on her cheek. “Definitely not who they want for you.”

I shrug. “Maybe not. But you’re my better.”

She laughs, and I know I’ll never get sick of that sound. “I love you, Doc.”

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